Chapter 2 entrapped

Khloe POV

His kisses, bites and touches were inflaming. I had never felt this way under a man's exploration. He squeezed my breasts, nipping my lips apart for better access.

I coiled into him, letting his hands explore my body in fascinating ways. His kiss, God, was intoxicating like fire.

"Ah..." I breathed out when he slipped his hand under my dress.

I wasn't sure of what to expect since I had never done this before. A part of me wanted to cower away in fear while the other side of my mind wanted to trust him.

After all, I was the one who invited him over and engaged him into sleeping with me.

He circles his fingers around my panties and groans, "You are fucking wet already."

I had no idea that I could drip like this without being touched yet. He pulled my panties in between my folds, making me moan as he rubbed the fabric against it.

My doubts were beginning to vanish as pleasure slipped through me. Maybe, I should just let go for tonight, enjoy the moment while it lasts and regret it tomorrow morning.

I suddenly felt a tight pull that ripped instantly, exposing my pussy to the open. Before I could assimilate what he had done, I felt a sharp pain jab through my fold making me scream out.

The pain made my body quiver while he went rigid inside me.

"You were a virgin?" He asked with a surprised tone.

I nodded my head in response and he grabbed my chin, making sure that I stared into his obscene gray eyes.

"You should have said so," he muttered, not angry or devastated.

Normally, a man would flip if he were to find out that his one-night stand was a virgin. But this man didn't. Instead, he entertained the knowledge and kept pushing in until I absorbed him whole.

I rolled back my head as the pain merged with a sweetness that I never knew existed.

His thrusts were slow at first, making sure that I had a sweet taste of what felt like heaven before he plunged in with a force that made my hips buck.

"Oh my God..." I blurted out, shutting my mouth immediately. He chuckled against my lips, driving deeper inside me until all I could see was stars.

So this is what Flora meant by heaven. She always told me about her experience whenever she met someone new. According to her, it felt magical, heavenly.

But now that I tasted it, it felt more than magical, like an attraction pulled towards pleasure and pain.

He kissed me again on my lips, trailing it down to my neck and lingering at a particular spot that sent a tingling sensation through my body.

I don't know how long we lasted but I am pretty sure that while we fucked, he cummed only twice unlike me who exploded at intervals.

Our bodies became sticky from the intense sex we had and cold as time passed by. He tucked me in and we both fell asleep until the next morning.

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I woke up with a maddening migraine and splitting aches in between my thighs. My memory from last night was still foggy. However, turning to my side, I realized that I wasn't in my room but on a bed with a handsome stranger who was still asleep.

My heart skipped as my left hand flew to my mouth. I looked under the sheets and closed my eyes as fragments of last night's intense scene flashed in my head.

_I really had sex with a stranger!_

_Oh, my God, what have I turned into?_

I quickly slipped out of his bed, making sure to be as quiet as possible. After picking up my things, I swiftly placed a limited credit card on the table and ran out of the room.

Thankfully, the hotel was not fully open yet, making it easy for me to rush out without being caught.

I took a cab back to my apartment and met a lively Flora.

"Hey, where were you? And what happened to you? You look like a raccoon victim," Flora said as she pointed at my disheveled appearance.

I rubbed the side of my nose, a habit I exhibited whenever I was shy.

"No way," Flora gasped as she kept her coffee mug on the table and walked over to me with widened eyes. "Did you have sex with that man, last night?" She asked shamelessly.

"Quiet it down. I...I..."

"Oh my gosh, my bestie is no longer a prude!" she exclaimed.

I was taken aback by her reaction and had expected her to nag or judge me but she accepted my story like it was nothing.

"Now, that you have experienced the world. I would like to give some advice. Don't be deceived by any man. Most of those assholes just want to get under a woman's skirt. And when next you fuck with a man..."

"Flora," I interrupted her, embarrassed by her vulgar word but she shrugged her shoulders instead.

"Don't always give them the benefit of the doubt. If a man is truly into you and wants to get more involved with you then go for him. It has been a long time since I last saw you date a man," she said and I flitched remembering the horrible experience I had gone through with a man I had thought was meant for me.

Flora didn't notice my reaction and never knew about the dark story of my past relationship. It was something only I kept to myself and have been Withering with it.

"If you knew anything let me know. I will be coming home late today. I have a rehearsal, so eat dinner without me. Love you," she blew a kiss in the air and quickly left the house.

My apartment went back to being silent. I took up my phone, turned towards my room door only to get a terrifying notification that made my skin pale.